Kickas.org Forums Ankylosing Spondylitis General Discussion #1 AS Web Support Group Perfect Day

I have been really trying to be positive lately, but sometimes I must confess it is difficult. I come here a lot, even when I don't post much, and I have come to feel that I can read the ebbs and flows of KickAS almost like the tide. Right now, I would chance to say that the site is ebbing. There are many people that are down, and many more who just aren't posting. So, since I definitely need a pick me up, I was thinking of some of those questions from the past that have elicited great replies, and trying to think of something to ask that might get some more people involved. And since I have had some pretty miserable days lately, I thought why not ask everyone what your perfect day would be like. I know everyone here would say "one without pain," but I want to know more than the obvious. What would you do? Where would you go? Who would you spend it with? Be as specific as you want, but please reply. I hope that if everyone, myself included, starts thinking about such a perfect day, then maybe just maybe, our real days will be just a little brighter.

Johnny

oOOoh, this is a great question, I'll play too!

Well, first of all I'd wake up in my most comfy pair of fleece jammies. The weather wouldn't be too hot or too cold. The sperm donor wouldn't be within a hundred miles of the house either!

I'd have about three or four cups of coffee, then I'd have a decent breakfast at around 10 and jump in the car and go shopping down in the Reading area. Maybe even King of Prussia if the road construction cooperates (which it never does in Pennsylvania anyway...) Of course this means I'd have a lot more money than I do now too

I'd meet my mum for dinner somewhere and then I'd spend the rest of the day relaxing, drawing, doing computer graphics stuff, browsing around at Thomas Abram's fabulous Elfwood site and trying to pretend I can crochet.

Then my mum and I would watch a very bad old movie like "Godzilla versus Mothra" or those really old Tarzan movies or something!

The I'd head to bed around 11 or 12 knowing I can do it all over again for the next day!!!


Rox

If I'm ever reincarnated, I wanna come back as Lara.
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I actually have two perfect day scenarios, one alone and the other with someone. And since I'm the hopless, lost romantic, I guess the only really "perfect" one would be the one with someone. But since the one alone is the more realistic of the two, I'll tell about it.

It would begin on a beach around 4:30 A.M. (yea, I know that's early, especially for me, but this is a perfect day and I slept wonderfully the night before, OK!) Any beach would do, but it would preferably be one that is isolated and not a huge tourist trap. I'd walk along and pick up seashells and watch the sunrise. Well, I guess it would have to be an east-coast beach, since I want the sun to rise over the ocean. Then I'd grab my fishing gear and spend the rest of the morning surf fishing, not really to keep anything, just to be fishing. After a lunch at a little shack of a seafood grill, I'd find a boat to charter and spend the afternoon trolling (yea, I love fishing, but I don't get to do it much). The boat trip would be as much about the ride as the fishing, actually. I love being on the ocean. Oh, I forgot... perfect day. I'd catch a huge Blue Marlin after over an hour's fight, get my picture made with it, then let it go. Back at shore, I'd find a palm tree to rest under until sunset, drinking tequilla sunrises and dreaming. After another meal at the little seafood shack, I'd find a quiet spot near the high-tide mark and lay down and watch the stars until midnight, with the song of the waves in my ears and the lap of the surf on my toes. Now that would be a wonderful day!

Yeah, this post made me come out of 'Lurking-land', Johnny!

My perfect day....oh....I'm allowed to dream, right?
Well, my day would be something like this: I wake up early (around 6 am) but completely refreshed and without any pain or anxiety or stress or appointments or job or anything. The weather outside would be not too cold and not too warm, and perfectly windy, just like I love it.
I would get dressed and eat an abundant breakfast before I would jump into my car and just drive out in the streets, alone. No pain, no stress, just go!! My CD player would play a perfectly good mix of my favourite music and the car would just eat the road.

I dont know where I would go. Anywhere I guess. I would probably drive for 2-3hours and just see where I ended. The mountains maybe. I love the mountains....
There I would just stop my car and start hiking. Again, no pain, no anxiety, no nothing, just a lot of God and a lot of Me - for hours.
I guess it would be lunch time now, so I would probably go to the nearest small restaurant and order everything on the menu! lol!
Then I would take a nap in the park behind the restaurant before driving home....

On my way home I would probably stop at the local library and spend a good amount of time just browsing through their collection of literature, and probably also take a good deal of it home with me.

And then, later...I would go to the greatest, funniest and wildest party ever immaginable on earth! and dance and laugh and socialize and have fun, at least until 6 am again!!

Sooooooo.....waking up from this refreshing dream, I would throw myself out of bed the next morning, grumpy and hurting, take a glimpse at winter approaching outside, and start my normal boring life again.

Well. This sounded terrible. I am actually very pleased with my Real Life. But sometimes I just wish I could be...more free, I guess


byebye
Jade

I love mountains too, Jade. In fact that is where my other perfect day would take place, the one where I'm not alone.

It's always been a toss-up for me as to what I like more the mountains or the beach.

Great thread, Johnny!!

My perfect day would have to be in the mountains. Waking up in the pre-dawn hours, crawling out of my tent to have tea, as I watch the sun rise over the Himalayas, and the mist rolling over the brims of still dark valleys, like steam from a witch's cauldron. I would spend the day trekking through the Himalayan hills, up stone steps built hundreds of years ago, past lime orchards and bougainvelea covered thatched roofs. The air so rarified that it makes everything intensely clear and pristine.

As the day became hotter, I would stop for lunch under some trees over looking the terraced millet fields stepping down toward the rice paddies on the edge of a lake. In the middle of the lake is a small island reached by walking on built up paths through the rice. On the island is a small school, with a grand old tree in the middle of the yard, which is filled with laughing, playing children. The cicadas buzz in the background and I close my eyes for a moment as I sip tea flavoured with fresh lime.

As the day became even hotter, I would continue along the tree lined paths, up and down the ancient stone steps, through tiny villages. At one point, I would stop on an outcropping, the majestic Annapurnas towering before me, so close that I could reach out and touch them, their perfect snowy peaks floating infront of a sky so purely blue it's beauty makes my heart ache.

Ever higher I would climb, stopping every so often to take in the luxuriant land around me. My afternoon rest stop would be in a small, grotto shaded by baobab trees surrounding a small pond, where a little girl in a grimy green blouse and black skirt, knees skinned and hair in pigtails and a mischevious grin, would be watering her water buffalo. The sun through the leaves would make everything a delightful shade of green, so cool and restful.

After walking through intense heat, along a path of brilliant white stone, beside a blindingly white cliff face, I would come to the village that would be my home for the night. Already, the sun would be so low that it would be quite cool in the shade of the red clay and thatch houses. Hot and sticky from my day's trek, I would dunk my head and bathe off the dust under the village pump, emerging refreshed and happy.

Dinner would be Nepali curry at a table facing the Annapurnas - Macha Puchre (Fishtail), Annapurna 1, Annapurna 2, Annapurna 4 and Annapurna 3 - as the sun set. Then, after dark (which falls rather suddenly), a game of liar's dice or cards, before an early bedtime in anticipation of another wonderful day tomorrow.

I have lived this perfect day. It is still my perfect day. And I hope with all my heart to experience it again.

Many hugs,

Kat

Beautiful story, Kat. I would love to see the Himalayas some day. The closest thing I've seen so far are the Teton's, the Bighorn's or the Colorado Rockies. As I said, I love mountains equally with beaches. And I really hope you get your wish to live this day over again!

A perfect day. I used to have them all the time. I really was blessed. Long, long ago, I was alone and lonely, but life wasn't all that bad. Then I met the perfect man, we had the perfect wedding, and began the perfect marriage. We had 4 (almost perfect) children. Life was everything I ever wanted it to be, then AS struck down the perfect mom.

My idea of a perfect day would be just an ordinary day from my past. One where I would get up early feeling wonderful, send my hubby off to work (he wouldn't be laid off on a perfect day); do a couple loads of laundry; fix sausages, pancakes, and orange juice for the kids; and pack a picnic lunch. After breakfast, I'd take them for a trek through wilderness to visit an abandoned cemetery. We'd make up stories about the people buried there as we pull a few weeds. We'd eat our lunch under a shade tree. Then we'd head for home, buzz through chores and schoolwork. I'd still have time to fix my hair and a fabulous evening meal. After the kids went to bed, I'd visit with my hubby and do some sewing. That would be such a perfect day.

Hugs,

Cindy

I am only one; but still I am one.
I cannot do everything.
But still I can do something;
I will not refuse to do the something I can do.
Helen Keller

and that my friend is why I live in the perfect area.............ocean and mountains right at my fingertips............ahhhhhhhhhh, coastal New Hampshire!!

hugs
Lori

You are right, Lori. New Hampsire is wonderful. But Alabama isn't too bad either. I live in the mountains of the northeast, but I can be at the beach in 5 hours.